Zoey Fairchaild

Leaves crunch underfoot as someone approaches. My heart leaps as it recognises you.

Hot tears roll down your cheek. Your hand shakes as you wipe them away. Part of me wonders why you're sad. You set a dozen red roses in the centre of the bridge, right where we first met.

“It's been ten years Zoe. I miss you every day and love you twice as much.” Words barely audible but I hear them and run to you.

“I'm here. I'm here. I never left.” I shout.

You look right up and through me.

“Zoe? It's crazy but I feel like you're here.”

Kissing your fingers you bend down and touch them to the small cross on the bridge.

“I will always love you Zoe.”

I look closer at the cross, seeing it clearly for the first time and gasp.

“Zoe Fairchild

1985 – 2002”